Please stop and smell my roses
Their scent is sweet and pure
They're right here where your nose is
Not on some far-off shore
Your eyes are focused distantly
But your feet are stuck right here
And you may well be missing me
Tho' I stand so very near
The grass is greener in your yard
And roses all surround you
So stop, inhale...it isn't hard
And you will then have found me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem